nivek
As Above So Below
This game started with nine AIs and myself to total ten players, as you can see I'm cleaning up lol, too bad this wasn't for real money...
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And a few minutes later...
This game started with nine AIs and myself to total ten players, as you can see I'm cleaning up lol, too bad this wasn't for real money...
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Can you interpret the image?
AI drew you in?
I just finished reading The Holographic Universe and would give it an 8.4/10. The author Michael Talbot died in 1992 a year after the book was published. In one chapter he wrote about The Little Man in the Ear. For acupuncture there's a miniature version of the human body in the ear. It looks like a fetus in the womb.
Sadly, PF, your situation is the norm rather than the exception when it comes to family dynamics. The death of a family member all too often exposes rough edges that were previously buffered. I too experienced a lot of frustrations with my siblings after my father died and the family dichotomy was altered.Venting this morning.
My aunt lived alone and after a series of small strokes my wife and I became increasingly more involved making sure she was OK. After a big debilitating stroke we inherited the whole enchilada. She has two grown children who had to be dragged kicking and screaming into caring for their Mom. This put a hell of a strain on my wife and I for several years. Only one joined the party and only at a certain level. Both acted as gratuitous obstructions and both were interested in their mother's $$. Very, very long story but suffice it to say I severed all ties with them. Don't care about anyone else's mommy issues, we all have them to some extent.
My wife got a text message one day telling us she died in the nursing home. Not unexpected. Never heard from them again and that's all I ever asked of them. One of the tasks my cousin had was to prepay for funeral services. So she got cremated and tossed in the hole in a cardboard box without any ceremony, and actually I'm relatively OK with that. What bugs the living s**t out of me is that I go to the family site a few times a year, leave a wreath at Christmas, that sort of thing. I was there the day they buried her and those cheap - and I mean really cheap - bastards never left a single flower.
Importantly - they never paid to have the death date put on the marker. After two years of it not being done I checked into it and just paid for it myself. Swine.
I don't Facebook or Tweet or any of that crapola but a friend who does sent me the picture below. One of those f**knuts has been on Facebook bleating about his mommy - and speaking as the man who was washing the shit stains out of their mother's underwear I am on full boil.
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My family are very different with the deceased. No visiting at all has been the trend